Forever Hurtling Towards Andromeda - Norma Jean

You said love nothing

And nothing that you love can be used against you,

But if you’re trying to save me

Then you’ll have to try harder.

If you’re trying to save me

Then you’ll have to try harder.

The sound is an infinite saint

That brings me to its knees.

To find my way through space,

Hurtling like a comet.

To find my way through space.

If you’re trying to save me

Then you’ll have to try harder.

If you’re trying to save me

Then you will have to try

To find my way through space,

Hurtling like a comet.

To find my way through space.

Hey, you’ve fallen on your dreams.

They’re running like a river

And sounding like a stream.

We save for opposite ears.

Yeah

It doesn’t matter what we say.

It doesn’t matter what we say.

What has to, does!

Does!

What has to, does!

What has to, does!

What has to, does!

What has to, does!